Fu Cai didn't dare to even breathe loudly, fearing that Zhao Baoyan would notice she was pretending to sleep.
The secretary's phone rang again, displaying the name Hu Yun.
She had already noticed Zhao Baoyan's attitude, "Don't worry, I'll explain it to her."
Zhao Baoyan lightly pressed between his eyebrows, pinching downward along the bridge of his nose, his eyelids slightly drooping, "If she thinks the money isn't enough, just give her another sum, no need to go through me, handle it yourself."
"Alright."
Fu Cai's eyelashes fluttered lightly, she kept silent while hiding inside.
After the secretary went out, Zhao Baoyan sat in the office chair for a while before he finally supported himself to stand.
He picked up the coat draped over the chair back, folding the handmade suit over his arm. After pushing the chair back to its original position, he walked over to the sofa.